The chill in his body made Wuhun suddenly wake up. He finally knew why the wall was blocking the road. It was trying to absorb enough flesh and blood to slow down its aging.

"No", the sudden suction force made his body away from the ground little by little, and the air flow was twitching quickly. Wuhun seemed to be an abandoned child, floating into the sky and drifting far to the hateful wall.

The laughter was crazy and stubborn, and the wall with the floating light spots seemed to have turned into a bottomless black hole at this time.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, let me swallow it, and turn it into my nourishment. Hehe, you stupid people are also a disaster."

The chewing sound of kaba is a portrayal of the beginning of darkness in consciousness.

"Ah, no, let me go, you'll die for me!"

Hysterical screams resounded throughout the tunnel. The powerful sound waves penetrated the air layer. Over the trembling top of the ground, the gray-yellow slag was falling constantly, and the powerful claws danced in the air. The air flowing at the fingertips shocked Wuhun's heart. The crazy feeling retreated like a tide, and the turbulent heart was calmed and peaceful.

"What's going on? My body and my hands can actually move!"

With a crisp sound, Wuhun lifted his eyelids, the fire in his hand swayed, and the darkness on both sides were still reflected in his sight. The earth wall was still as mottled as yesterday, and the kiss marks of time appeared densely.

"Huh", the turbid air buried in the heart relaxed, and Wuhun's heart became more relaxed, as if he had come back, and returned to the pit.

"It's just what was born in my mind before, what were those? Humph, it's interesting."

The corners of the soul-less mouth curled up slightly, and the whole thing seemed to have deviated from a certain original trajectory, making things more confusing. Humph, I want to see what happened, who was behind the scenes."

Wuhun knew that what happened in his mind just now would never be an illusion or an illusion. The touch sent back by the consciousness of the different space created was very real, and the pain of injury, both ** and spiritually.

If it is just created by illusion, the texture will only be the feeling that confuses the nerves and then passes to the ***, and the transmission from the ** matrix to the nerves, and then from the nerves to the flesh is different from the former.

As for whether it is something else, it remains to be verified, and he can only wait and see what changes are happening now.

The tunnel was always blowing cold wind, but people who were thinking seriously often paid great attention to the surrounding environment, turned aside, and pushed the thoughts in their minds aside. After jumping out of the vicious circle of thinking, they suddenly felt trembling when they were blown by the cold wind, and the soulless body felt trembling. The chill was iced from the head to the feet, which made him extremely uncomfortable. When he turned around, his hand shook slightly, and the fire in his hand fell to the ground with a snap. The sporadic flames were extinguished by the wet mud on the road, and the entire tunnel fell into darkness again.

The quiet dirt road and the cold wind passing by make people sweat.

"Oh, I felt very unlucky about what happened before. Now, I started to have a mess with me in a dash. It's really a good thing I haven't encountered. The smell of musty comes every day!"

Wuhun sighed, shook his head, and wanted to bend down and pick up the fire fold. He glanced at him in an instant, standing on his left side.

There was a figure.

"Well? Who is that? Who is standing there? In this pit, besides me and Leng Huoxueyu, how could there be a third person, a third person?"

The soulless heart twitched and stopped beating for a long time, as if it was hitting a beat, and many shots were missing.

"Two people, yes, there were indeed two people when we came. Why are I the only one standing here now? Leng Huo Xueyu? Where did she run? I always feel strange in my heart. It turns out that the cause of the disease is here. Logically, she should be right next to me. Even if she had been walking forward with her head down before, she would not be unable to see such a big living person as me in the middle of the road. The tunnel is very narrow and can only allow one and a half people to pass. I am blocking the road. It is impossible for her to pass. Could it be that she is still standing there?"

Wuhun picked up the fire break and looked at the blurry shadow hidden in the darkness with confusion.

"Is it her that I saw just now? Isn't this a bit too much? The distance between me and the black shadow is at least ten feet. Although Leng Huoxueyu lowered her head, she was following me all the time. How could she be so far away from her?"

No matter what happened, Wuhun felt that he should go and see it. It was Lenghuo Xueyu that made him no longer have to find anything randomly. If not, it means that this tunnel is much more dangerous than he imagined.

Wuhun leaned down, stole the stone wall, and touched the place where the black shadow was.

The fire broke in his hand was not ignited, but was held tightly in his hand, the empty tunnel, the breeze was frivolous, and the shadows in the dark became closer.

The spotted moonlight was refracted inclined on the boring hole wall. With the light moonlight, a piece of stained pleated gauze skirt came into view, and half a long tip of the boot was exposed under the hem of the gauze skirt.

That's right, this skirt is the set that Leng Huo Xueyu wore today, especially the crystal ball that shined on the corner of the boot. Wuhun remembered it very clearly. There was no crystal ball on the boot. The original owner of the crystal ball where it is now is a pair of colorful balls. This was changed by Leng Huo Xueyu himself, and it took a long time to do so. Wuhun saw her like this and even mocked her a few words, so I remember it very clearly.

"Huh, it's such a false alarm. What's this crazy girl doing here? She doesn't move!"

The sound of footsteps sounded, and Wuhun walked towards the black shadow, and the distance was quickly closer. The cold fire and snow rain in the shadows were gradually clearly immersed in Wuhun's eyes.

The black hair was tied upside down, like the ink and waterfall, buried Leng Huo Xueyu's entire face deeply in it, with his neck hanging down and his back stiff. The hanging silk seemed to be fixed and motionless.

"My mischievous, what are you doing? Why are you still lowering your head, and you are as stiff as a thousand-year-old rice dumpling."

From a distance, Leng Huo Xueyu's body intuitively made Wuhun feel the softness of an impolite person, and it looked hard.

A strange feeling filled Wuhun's heart in an instant.

"Impossible, how is this possible? Only dead people will give people this feeling. How could Leng Huo Xueyu, a arrogant woman, die in a place where birds do not poop? Although she is sometimes very coquettish, she is not so bad at all. She can run away if she can't beat her, and she can still fight if she can run away if she can."

The strange sense of traceability made the soulless heart gradually alert, making him vaguely feel that the cold fire snow rain in front of him must not be the cold fire snow rain.

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The shadow stood still, standing still for a long time.

The soul pulled out a long sword under his gaze. The opponent's unmoved made him decide to take action first and then attack. Today he wanted to see who was pretending to be a ghost.

His steps were frivolous, and he stood on tiptoe, walking towards the cold fire and snow rain step by step.

As the sword flashed, the long sword in his hand pushed it horizontally, and the sharp tip of the knife went straight toward the cold fire and snow poncho. Just as the tip of the knife was about to touch the edge of the silk, the cold wind in the hole was whistling, making the soulless eyes confused. The silk that had not been blown for a long time began to sway slowly in the roaring wind.

Through the gaps blowing by the wind, the soulless pupils gradually contracted, and the heart pounding in the chest also tightened firmly.

A pale face was deeply buried by those heads, her pale cheeks were bloodless, and a pair of seductive eyes raised out of the sockets. White and viscous liquid flowed out thinly, hanging on Xiao Chuang's nose. Under her nose was an extremely long gap, like a bottomless black hole, cracking like a sharp blade.

She had no mouth, and the long hole was cut open by a sharp blade. The dim moonlight reflected a pale face, and the thin skin seemed to be able to hear the monologue in the soulless heart.

She actually slowly raised her head, her empty and white eyes were flowing with a trickle of blood, deep and without focus, but Wuhun felt that it was staring at it tightly, just staring at it in a daze.

Although there are no white eyeballs in the eye sockets, Wuhun can only detect its dazed eyes. The edges of the long cracked thin mouth are jagged with minced meat. After the long-term air drying, after the loss of moisture, it becomes a thorn of flesh, and the black water stains are everywhere like saliva, making people feel uncomfortable.

The giggling laughter came again like a magic sound.

With a crisp bang, the bright long sword fell to the ground. Wuhun saw his pale skin suddenly floated up from his face, and the slender cracks opened and closed.

A giggle came from inside with a faint black gas. The flesh thorns at the edge of the crack were shaking constantly as the crack trembled, as if more and more flesh thorns were gushing out, filling the crack until they spread to the chin. Moreover, they were still squirming, looking extremely disgusting.

They were floating, all floating towards the soulless.

"Ah, I'm a weird guy. Who can tell me what these are? The face I just now must not be Leng Huo Xueyu, definitely not hers. The flesh thorns float over, what should I do?"

Thriller, fear, panic, and at a loss. Many emotions surged into the soulless heart, and his heart was filled with various emotions.

The strong sense of oppression made him even more overwhelmed and didn't know what to do.

As I looked at the flesh thorns, squirming wildly, getting closer and closer to him.

The nervous and oppressive feeling made the eyes that had already begun to be unscrupulous and swung to the long sword that fell to the ground.

"Ah, let's die for grandpa, what a messy thing!"

Wuhun picked up the long sword on the ground, put all his strength into his body, and slashed at the wriggling thorn...

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